Show Me What I'm Looking For

...that I know I left behind.

8:30 AM, I left Rochester.

The train was a baby's crib. My window was the mobile that parents dangle from the crib to help the child sleep.

It didn't work.

I wanted out.

Sixteen Candles, an iPod, and a phone got me through the trip. It was harder to leave and bear the ride back.

Please no more road work.

After eight hours, I saw the city. Within those eight hours, I lost some sort of independence.
A few more weeks....

But I'll be alright (:
I think.

Welcome home from Cinnabon and the kissy-kissy-goo-goo faces of the couple sharing a roll in a Hello Kitty lunchbox.

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